SYRIA: Where am I?

This is the fifth in a 15-part series of pics from Syria.

First — Second — Third — Fourth — Fifth — Sixth — Seventh — Eighth — Ninth — Tenth — Eleventh — Twelfth — Thirteenth — Fourteenth — Fifteenth.

The problem is: I’m lost!

I remember when my wife and I sat with a young couple, years ago, who’d just returned from Alaska …

They had about 400 pictures of beautiful black mountains jutting up out of the ground, snow capped …

They could have all been of the same mountain after a while … and we’d have not noticed.

These pictures (some of them will enlarge; click) are taken around the area of Kharaba and Sweida. That is an old baptismal font.

Alas, I can’t pinpoint the location in my mind’s map. Perhaps someone else whose been to Syria can help.

Is this cool or what?

Cisterns …

Can I tell you a funny story? It’s a true story … Years ago, in Syria, they had an election. But, unlike in America, there was only one candidate running. A man from North Carolina, who did not read Arabic — traveled all over Syria, seeing the political billboards and media ads — and returned home to say: “I couldn’t tell those guys apart!”

Anyway … sorry for the sloppy reporting. We’re headed back toward Sweida and, in our next update, to Latakia.

Podcast – “The Blindside” (in Syria); Article – Antiochian website